Chapter 258: Transferring to another jail?
Keith was jolted awake as the cold iron grip of two guards hauled him out of his cell. He could barely shuffle his feet, his body a battered mess of bruises and aching muscles. Each step sent a jolt of pain through his legs, and he stumbled, forcing the guards to drag him unceremoniously toward the exit.
"Where are you taking me?" he rasped.
"We are transferring you to another jail." A cold reply came.
Transferring to another jail?
Keith had a feeling that something wasn’t right. Why now? They could have done this the next morning.
The night air hit him like a slap, making him shudder. Before he could gather his thoughts, he was shoved into the back of a van, the door slamming shut behind him. Keith slumped against the wall, his breath shallow and rapid.
Up front, one guard slid into the driver’s seat, starting the engine, while the other settled into the passenger seat. A thick glass partition separated Keith from them.
Keith groaned, his ribs aching from days of relentless beatings. He leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling, his mind a storm of fear and dread. The tortures he endured had been unrelenting—hours of pain, questions, and confessions. He had given them everything, every piece of information he knew. But the blows never stopped.
And now, in the dead of night, they were moving him. His gut twisted with a growing sense of foreboding. Suddenly, the realization hit him like ice water—this wasn’t a routine transfer. This felt like an execution.
Swallowing hard, Keith forced himself to sit up. Through the grimy glass partition, he could see the faint outlines of the guards in the front seats. "Where are you taking me?" he asked the same question.
Neither man responded.
"Hey!" He rapped his knuckles against the glass, his voice rising. "I’m talking to you. Where are we going?"